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Vol.4 Ch.243 The Royal Amendment

Vol.4 Ch.243 The Royal Amendment

As Lord Brice crossed the threshold into the grand chamber of Parlement, the air thick with tension and the echoes of hushed discussions, his gaze quickly found his colleague, Lord Gawain, moving purposefully towards him. Gawain’s approach was marked by an almost palpable mixture of relief and underlying anxiety, his features taut with the burdens of recent events. He was acutely aware of the looming threat posed by Duval, a dangerous game of power unfolding as he aimed to coerce Baron Eamon and Baron Thaddeus into shifting their votes during the impending recess.

“Thank the goddess, you’re back,” Gawain whispered urgently, his voice low yet laced with palpable tension. “You have no idea the depths of murk we’ve had to wade through since you left the capital. If it hadn’t been for Lady Rya and his Highness, the measure would have been passed by now."

Brice chuckled softly; the tension in the moment briefly lifted. “Yeah, I think I got a glimpse of it while I was cooling my heels in the lobby. Hearing the Prime Minister scream for a full fifteen minutes was quite the spectacle. I'm sad that I didn't get to see it... I never knew Duval harbored such a fiery temper. Whatever provoked him must have truly hit a nerve.”

Gawain shook his head in disbelief, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing. “I’ve never witnessed anything like it. Lady Rya and His Highness actually convinced the Lords to give them a chance... Lord Thaddeus and Lord Eamon actually voted ‘present’ on Duval’s measure to expel Lady Rya,” he relayed, his brow furrowed with concern as he knew that they needed to do something to keep Duval from talking to the two lords in private.

“Really?” Brice responded, his tone melodramatically feigning shock. “That’s rather unexpected for either of them. Poor Duval must be having a truly dreadful day to incite such rebellion among his trusted allies.” A knowing smile played at the corners of his lips, even as the gravity of the political turmoil loomed over them like a dark cloud threatening to unleash a storm. He made sure to be loud enough to get the Prime Minister's attention.

“Yeah, and that’s not even the beginning...” Gawain leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “It turns out the Prince’s fiancée is quite the dynamo. Apparently, His Highness has inherited a taste for strong-willed and, let’s say, stunningly curvaceous women as his father."

Brice’s gaze flickered to the Dark Elf perched gracefully beside Prince Quinus, and he nearly stumbled, captivated by her allure. She was strikingly more enchanting than Queen Rianna, with a poise that drew the eye and left him momentarily breathless. It took all his restraint not to gawk in awe at her beauty; she exuded an air of confidence that both intimidated and intrigued him.

'The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,' he thought, seizing the opportunity to direct his frustration toward Gawain, feigning indignation as if it were his companion who was trespassing into inappropriate territory. Lord Gawain noticed his colleague's glare and felt embarrassed.

"Ah! Um... Ahem! Well, she single-handedly commandeered the session and put Alaric firmly in his place,” Gawain muttered softly to Lord Brice. He had no idea that the King had secretly sanctioned the bond between the Prince and Lady Rya. However, there was a certain condition attached—one that he hoped would sway the majority of the Major Lords to support the union of the star-crossed lovers. The stakes were high, and the fate of their romance hung in the balance. That was why Lord Brice hurried back to the Capital from the city of Lomar.

“Did she now? Intriguing... I think I’m already a fan. But what’s the other half of this mess?” Brice inquired, curiosity piqued.

“The emergency measure is on ice until Duval can secure the vote... He’s hell-bent on banishing her from the Kingdom, come hell or high water.”

"But I thought this measure was to prevent her from entering the Capital?... Did you get the chance to look at the document?" Brice asked Gawain, but he was loud enough to stop Duval in his tracks.

Unless... You are lying about having a Measure that expels her from the Capital," Brice added. on that he didn't realize how loud they were arguing.

"House Dule..."

"Nay," Young Lord Johan said.

"House Windermere..."

Thaddeus paused, and the weight of silence hung heavy in the air, causing beads of sweat to form on Duval's brow as the Baron's piercing gaze bore into him.

"Aye!... This is your final opportunity to prove you are the leader we desperately need, Marquess," Thaddeus declared, his expression unyielding and stoic.

Relief washed over the Prime Minister as Thaddeus chose to overlook the tension. He was already plotting to offer the Baron a Minister position, a strategic move to secure his loyalty and regain his favor once the turmoil had settled.

"House Lysander..."

William looked to the Duke, and Duval stared intently as he waited for his decision. He may not have been a praying man, but he was praying harder than he'd ever done before.

'Please, goddess!... Help me save our kingdom with the help of this girl! Please!' Duval silently prayed.

Alaric looked at William and gave him a slight nod.

"Aye, it is," William said.

Alaric smirked as he knew how desperate Duval was. He wished he could have destroyed this motion, but he needed to do everything in his power to stop this Dark Elf from being with Quinus. So he will aid him until Rya is out of the picture. Then, he will go back to plotting Duval's demise.

"House Revelia..."

Alaric gave a quick glance at the Prime Minister before answering.

"Aye," Alaric said.

Duval couldn't believe it. His greatest nuisance had actually helped him!

"All the present Major Houses have voted, and this concludes the voting. We have six ayes and two nays, which reached the 75% quota. The motion has passed, and Princess Hilda is now included in the amendment... You will all be informed when the date is set for the Goddess's ritual," Lord Brice announced.

Rya looked at Quin and noticed his sour mood, "Hey?... So what if she is doing this thing... I'll one-up her in every way," Rya reassured her fiance.

Quinus gave her a small smile as she rubbed his thigh, "I'm more worried about them trying to rig this whole thing. They may not care about us getting together... But I wouldn't put it past Duval and his cronies to try and have a priestess from the Holy Temple of Balance try to tamper with the Idol," Quinus whispered to her.

"That may be, but I'll sniff out any magic that she tries to do," Rya replied.

Quinus sighed, "I hope you're right, babe. Because I can't live without you in my life."

Rya's face got really red, "Y-Yeah... I can't live without you e-either."

Rya felt a sudden surge of pride, mingled with a flicker of apprehension, at the thought of that infuriating Foreign Princess. Normally, when others witnessed the sheer power she wielded in battle or the speed of her quick-witted retorts, they would often shrink back in fear, much like Alaric and Sir Darius had. But this Hilda chick seemed to get more emboldened every time Rya won. Sure, she could just kill her without a second thought, but it didn't sit right with her to kill a girl who hadn't done anything wrong besides being a nuisance. It would make her a monster if she did, and losing her humanity, even though she is an elf now, was the last thing she wanted. This world was cruel, and she needed to adapt, but not to the point that she forgot where she came from.

'Haah... I really wish this chick would fuck off... Quin is mine, and she thinks this is what is going to make him fall for her?... Get real, honey! This guy is head over heels for me, and no one is changing that! Not even the gods themselves! Or a goddess... Hehe!' Rya thought as a smirk grew on her face.

Rya met Quinus's gaze with a confident nod, a glint of determination in her eyes.

"You won't be getting rid of me anytime soon," Rya told him.

"I know," Quinus replied, leaning in to kiss her softly, their lips brushing together in a moment filled with unspoken promises.

Across the room, Hilda clenched her fists, fury bubbling within her as she watched. The urge to storm over and slap Rya was nearly overwhelming, but just as she prepared to move, she felt a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t give in to her games, dear,” Leandra whispered, her voice a soothing counterpoint to Hilda’s rising anger. “She’s only trying to provoke you.”

"B-But showing affection in public is—"

"It's frowned upon, but it's not a sin here, Princess... So what would the Major Houses think when a princess resorts to slapping her competition in public... I know it's unfair, but that is how the world is sometimes. So we must be smarter than them, dear," Leandra explained.

"W-What if she does something with him in the bedroom?... I must protect his chastity—"

"That ship has sailed, dear... She's been with him for months in life-and-death situations... She's spread her legs out for him to control him... She's ensnared him with her body, and he can't escape. You need to break her hold over him," Leandra whispered into Hilda's ear.

"H-How?"

"That is something that I will discuss with you later when the elves aren't around... But for now... You need to be strong... And you need to make the decisions that will save the kingdom from a war," Leandra explained.

"...Alright... For the people," Hilda replied.

"Good," Leandra replied.

Hilda was a little sad at hearing that Quinus had been defiled, but she could not show weakness; she would save him from this evil creature.

She would do everything in her power to stop the marriage and then save her prince from Rya's dark clutches.